07-09-2012, 12:07 AM
Blaire’s father was often worried about her. The fact that she choice to spend her time indoors instead of out and about with the other children of her age. He was beginning to think she was anti social. The morning our fine story starts was no different, in fact it was very much the same as always. This morning she spent her time dusting the shelves and sweeping the floor so the house would be clean upon her father’s return. Yes at the ripe age of six all Blaire wanted out of life was to be a house wife. It made her father worry for her.
She heard a knock on the door and placed her broom in the corner of the room. Brushing off her apron she went to the door to see who it could be. Sophie the girl from next door, one whom her father had often tried to get her to socialize with, was standing in her door holding a flower. At first she did not notice the sad looking boy standing in the street, but she looked at sophie, “Are you here to play with me?” she said thinking about what her father had said to her.
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